Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart. - E. M. Forster

I believe in aristocracy. . . — if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos.

Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the windswept platform of an electric tram.

The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her.